Match My Cool (feat. K.A.Dolowolf)
Fast life shawty til I go
Bitch just match my cool
I been on the move, I maneuver to the loot
I gave shordyyy to the streets, she was movin way to loose
Ima live like a degenerate, I don't follow the rules
Ay
I love toxic bitches even tho they always break my heart
Momma told me keep my faith cuz at this rate I'm finna pop
Love my bruddas til the death I wouldn't trade em for a thing
Tryna get rich and then put a lot of niggas on they feet
Dirty money and some pretty bitches, I be livin' fast
Got this shit up out the mud, I had to get up off my ass
I been rollin' for a couple days, it's gon hurt when I crash
They say money is the root, but I'm addicted to the cash
I'm just fast like shawty til I go, ay
I got baby off the molly givin throat, ay
May have lost myself but she can't take my soul, oh no
Oh they think they competition, well it's not even close
She say that I'm problematic, I drink just like I'm an addict
None of these niggas want static, I'ma cause way more than damage
Stupid bitch, thought she had the one up on me she berserk
Ima flex on every bitch that left me lonely, and she first ay
Bitch just match my cool
I been on the move, I maneuver to the loot
I gave shordyyy to the streets, she was movin way to loose
Ima live like a degenerate, I don't follow the rules
Ay oooh
Bitch just match my cool
I been on the move, I maneuver to the loot
I gave shordyyy to the streets, she was movin way to loose
Ima live like a degenerate, I don't follow the rules
Ay oooh
Bitch just match my cool
I been on the move, I maneuver to the loot
I gave shordyyy to the streets, she was movin way to loose
Ima live like a degenerate, I don't follow the rules
Ay
I love toxic bitches even tho they always break my heart
Momma told me keep my faith cuz at this rate I'm finna pop
Love my bruddas til the death I wouldn't trade em for a thing
Tryna get rich and then put a lot of niggas on they feet
Dirty money and some pretty bitches, I be livin' fast
Got this shit up out the mud, I had to get up off my ass
I been rollin' for a couple days, it's gon hurt when I crash
They say money is the root, but I'm addicted to the cash
I'm just fast like shawty til I go, ay
I got baby off the molly givin throat, ay
May have lost myself but she can't take my soul, oh no
Oh they think they competition, well it's not even close
She say that I'm problematic, I drink just like I'm an addict
None of these niggas want static, I'ma cause way more than damage
Stupid bitch, thought she had the one up on me she berserk
Ima flex on every bitch that left me lonely, and she first ay
Bitch just match my cool
I been on the move, I maneuver to the loot
I gave shordyyy to the streets, she was movin way to loose
Ima live like a degenerate, I don't follow the rules
Ay oooh
Bitch just match my cool
I been on the move, I maneuver to the loot
I gave shordyyy to the streets, she was movin way to loose
Ima live like a degenerate, I don't follow the rules
Ay oooh
Credits
Writer(s): Ernest Hooks Jr.
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